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art of rhyme - supraliminal lyrics

[verse 1: supraliminal]
they can teach you how to dougie, i’m a teach ya how to doug e fresh/
in back of high school beatboxin’ for freestilly session/
sh-t was illy kid, in murdapan with stat and cg spittin’ written gems up in the iliad/
i picked the ministry the ones who said it/
the metaphor over the simile, architecture and the aesthetics/ them poem metrics/
and to those who spread the lectures, come into the accepted or prep for an unpleasant exit/
i write to set the bar high, puffin’ on buckacheen when i come through/
write to inspire me, y’all can suck a (whoooo)/
but i know the ones that recognize, feel them lines/
hit like a wrecking ball hear them virgins cryin’/
i’m a rap connoisseur you nothin’ on me/
the young warren buffett mixed with the white sean p/
white and black swan simultaneous, the bad up in your radius/
but feels so good like your uncle nicky in the vein he hits/
i beat ‘em to submission have ‘em tappin’ out/
yo everybody got the god-given gift, everybody rappin’ now/
what happened to the chosen few, the predators the throng touchers /
supreme editors, letters that’s carefully constructed/
more of a standout spitter i don’t belong by ya /
less of a rapper cat, more of a songwriter/
and as things have it, with hip hop so stigmatic/
i’m a break the habit and bring it back…

[hook: x2]
to the art of rhyme, where we spit about the hardest of times/
the dopest nights and the words just fall in line/
meaning is visual every syllable nothing wasted/
the ink that seep thru the pages, music for the ages

[verse 2: dean swift]
the real gifted spitter in the world of scriptures/
everything i touch glitters, king midas to y’all n-ggas/
alliances don’t wither, the pressures the vice gripper/
locking this sh-t down, ice cold no mild winters/
now watch my mind splinter, breaking away/
these dudes respect me cause i’m real and what i’m able to say/ f-cker
you not like us, perfected the art form/
smooth as a new born you flinch and get moved on/
straight up, i pop sh-t toxic, off the top or subconscious/
you herbs don’t want this, we some monsters/
swinging out like spartacus, hip-hop i’m the heart of this/
since i was spitting in the back of the bus like r-t-rded kids/
and now i’m getting larger b-tch thinking can you swallow this/
or am i going to clog up your whole entire esophagus/
either i’m sick and insane, or insane crazy/
but the rap game need help, it’s screaming save me

[hook: x2]

[verse 3: supraliminal]
since i tacked the beastie boys poster up/
i stood, studied, smartened, focused up, burned a bliz, toast a cup/
was just a pup with this rap sh-t, unestablished /
when they had me on stage open for kwe, made it magic/
‘cuz i brought it to ‘em raw, warmest regards, its sup/
influencing y’all make the d-ck hard/
shout my believers and fans, that’s what’s goody/
back since day 1 in sh-lltoes and gap hoodie, kept it real actually/
no crunk, was in punch drunk love with the notepad/
back when shwag was just sum bunk -ss buds/
f-ck’s the dilly now about to cause a terror, beautifully vida guerra/
with this treasure chest full of rhymes from the golden era/
let me at ‘em first, how many times think i edit a verse/
you’ll catch the persona up at the dress rehearsal/
been stackin’ the rep since ‘04/
new face? nah just first cl-ss of that new school folklore…

[hook: x2]

- supraliminal lyrics

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